Amoung The Shadows

Chapter 16-Blood Is Thicker Than Water

Peter and I walked back to the training center, hoping to train a tad before the monsters came out.

There, we found what we expected the least. Malia was attempting to talk to Allison. Yes, I said Allison.
Malia had tear tracks on her cheeks, and Allison stood facing Malia blankly.
"I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! I KNOW YOUR NOT THE SAME PERSON, BUT I NEED YOU TO TALK TO ME. PLEASE ALLY-" I didn't get to know what Nalia was going to say next because Allison turned to me sharply. "YOU!" She screamed, which Kalia off very quickly.

Time stopped when I saw the ball of fire Allison threw at me. Peter appeared infront of me, and did some kind of hand motion that made the ball swerve, but still pass me dangerously closely. It skimmed my arm, and the fabric of my shirt had a huge hole in it. Someone owes me a new shirt. "So you come back from the dead, and decide to ruin my favorite shirt?!" I screeched at her from behind Peter.
Dont do that!
He spoke in my mind.
Do what?
I asked innocently.
Anger her!
He replied. I nodded.
Fine
I grumbled.
"Walk forth Flare, if thou arnt a coward!" Allison spoke. The way she said that, sounded as though she spoke like someone from long ago.
"Leave, if you wish to leave alive!" Shout Peter. Allison threw a fire ball again, and Peter deflected it.

Then, Allisin took out her golden bow, and shot at Peter. He caught the arrow, and we gasped. Allison turned red and whispered.
I never miss
"This isnt over, Flare! Thou might posses a gaurd now, but when the night has dawned in the darkest hour, I will show you who is really cold hearted." At that statement, Allison ran off into the forest. Malia broke into tears. Peter held me in a tight embrace and said, "She will never take you." I nodded against his chest and leaned into his hold.
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Peter insisted that I slept in his cabin for the night, so I did. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched as he put up protection wards.

Peter looked great without a shirt. The way his back muscles moved, and the way his abs stood out...ugh!!!
What? A girl can dream, especialy when I am the only girl on the island that is alive, and get's to sleep with Peter fricken Pan!

"You like what you see, love?" He asked in a husky voice with a smirk.
"Is it just me, or whenever I am in great danger, your flirting skills turn on?"I sassed with my eyebrow raised.

"I donk know. But, dont you like that but of danger mixed with sexiness." He said as he pointed to his torso. Apparently imortality comes with arrogence.
I snorted. "Get over yourself." I turned my back to him and layed down. Then I threw the covers on and scooched into the middle of the bed so that I hogged most of it.

I could literaly feel, and smell Peter's smirk right now.

I felt the bed dip, and suddenly I was pressed against a well toned chest. His arms were around my waist, and his hot breath was fanning my neck. His right hand snaked it's way to my thigh.

"Stop." I managed to get out breathlessly. I tried to move away, but Peter's arm fit fully around my waist and he held me to him tightly. Curse my small waist!

"Nope" He whispered in my ear, and nibbled on my earlobe. I figured that I would just go to sleep, so I eased my eyes closed. Apparently, Peter had other plans because he ran his hand up and down my thigh slowly. I was wearing pajama shorts because it is usually warm at night in Neverland, so my shorts rode up. Peter began to leave kisses going down my neck. I put my hands in his, and flipped over so that I was facing him.

I put my leg around his, and my head on his chest. "Peter, I want to go to sleep. Please. I'm really tired." I said. He nodded, kissed the top of my head, and wrapped his arms around me.

My hands rested on Peter's chest. My heart was beating steddily as I drifted into the land of dreams.
Odly, Peter's heart did not beat at all. I wouldn't be surprised if I learned he did not have one.